Der painty pen is der way of der future...

O ja, viele dinge fur Deutschen stereotypescen in meine neue sketch.

Anyway, as the next Kaffee Haus lunges toward us at a rip-roaring speed, I find myself somewhat prepared. Shiraz came over the other day to do a last ditch blocking/read through session, which yielded some rewrites, but nothing too substantial. It shall be grand...

Also, thinking of writing a parallel to the American Indian story, in suburban home dramatic form. The resident family whose house is invaded by strange people shall be called "Savage." (This nomenclature does not reflect any personal opinions, but rather wishes to mock those of others, past and present.)

I have a bloody string of rehearsals for orchestra in the next few days... I wouldn't mind so much, if I actually got to play a bally-hoo instrument.